Maru hadn't expected the pompadour to just up and hug Madoka like that. With him in her arms. The kitty was squished and he gave a soft, pitiful little squeak but then bit down on any further noise. Being squashed was the least he could suffer with for putting this family through such torment. Though there was definitely some relief when the man let them go and he was able to breathe again.

He had no idea what Pompadour was talking about though. What did his home falling have to do with what was happening now? It wasn't nice but Maru didn't think it was the same thing. He didn't plan on bring down countries and he was pretty sure that Madoka didn't want that either. Unless he was missing something...? There seemed to be a lot more to this family than met the eye. And he hoped later Madoka might be kind enough to explain things to him more...

He looked away from the guy with glasses to the angry man who still looked at him like he was the most evil creature he had ever laid eyes on. Maru felt himself pressing more into Madoka, as if to get away from that gaze. Looking at him was impossible now. "... I can't." He spoke softly. "I can only drink the blood of my Eve now..." His creator had so much to answer for.... if he had still been alive. His head lifted to look up at Madoka, seeking permission. "Is it alright..?"